Before dropping out completely out of capitalist work and profit driven world and fully realizing how corrupt and full of lies it was I would engage in temporary work during my travels. It was at a gig like that helping at upholstery shop in a small west Texas town located right on the border with Mexico, that I discovered how fucked small town “justice” can be. The shop was a car-lot full of dead and old cars, some with bullet hole riddled windows with a small shack in a middle, for two weeks I lived and worked in that shack and had access to one of the old cars to get around. And as I drove in that old clunker to get a shower, pick up my wages for one a half weeks from my employer in the middle of town I was cut off by a police car the cop ran out of his car with a gun in his hand which he pointed in my face and arrested me for stealing the car I was driving.

As wave of repression hits our comrades in France a call of Solidarity to You goes out of Hambacher Forest Struggle and a reminder to all of previously announced re-occupation of the Lujuc Wood scheduled March 3rd and 4th. See you there!!

This Sunday a clean up of trash took place in the Forest, a smaller one in preparation for the big one coming up. We focused at the edge of the Forest next to the shoulder of the old A4 which remains covered by massive amount of plastic, bottles, packaging that was thrown and lost from the old autobahn.The secus were being their usual sexist dickhead selves and whistled at us as we cleaned.

Hambi Prison Story from Nicaragua

Hitchhiking down across Central America to Panama seemed easy with no documents or id. Turning back and heading back North previously hidden migration reality quickly became apparent: all the borders crossed from Arizona to Panama City were one directional as far as nobody seeming to care for documents when people were heading from the Rich North to the Poor South. The global repressive immigration policies were quickly obvious when trying to get back north from the south though.